Room 206, Thursday Afternoon

[goodforsix]

Having spent the entirety of Atton's class thinking dirty, dirty thoughts, Isabela had been inspired. A short detour to acquire a notebook and pen later, she was sprawled out on her bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she wrote.

...he kept his gaze on the other man as he made his excuses to leave. Something about designing another self-

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[cracksmostly]

Please don't ask how Merrill had ended up in a janitorial storage room on the second floor. She couldn't tell you anyway. The point is, having just emerged from it was the reason she happened to be on the second floor right now.

Just because she hadn't been looking for anyone in particular didn't mean she wasn't going to poke her head through the door.

"So this is your room!"

[goodforsix]

Isabela was going to have to get her a ball of twine, possibly while making jokes about kittens and yarn. For now, though, she just marked her spot and closed the notebook before sitting up and grinning at Merrill.

"It is," she said, and patted the bed next to her in a far less flirtatious way than for just about anyone else. "Come in and sit down, kitten."

[cracksmostly]

Everyone else in the dorms would just love that, wouldn't they?

"What are you doing?" asked Merrill; she came in as invited and somewhat hesitantly took a seat. "Are you reading something? Is it exciting?"

[goodforsix]

If they couldn't cope with a maze of twine, then they truly were hopeless.

Isabela turned to face Merrill. "Not reading so much as...you remember that conversation we had about the Ethics teachers, up on the roof?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante. Bored. It was at this point an old refrain.

He stuck his head into this room because he'd recognized a certain head of brown hair. "Huh," he said. "You look into it."

[goodforsix]

Oh, if only there were something that could relieve his boredom.

Isabela tapped her lip with the pen and looked in his direction. "What's your opinion on sharing body heat?" Snowstorm, she was thinking trapped in a snowstorm, those were cold, right?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante squinted at her dubiously. "What, like cuddling?"

[goodforsix]

No, Dante, it was Cara who used that excuse.

"No, silly, I mean two strapping men, forced by the elements to huddle together, only thin layers of clothing between them, until a dam of passion bursts and they find an entirely different way to keep warm."